[ It still retains that air of gentleness. Of affection, more than claiming or taunting. Locus hums quietly in thought, fingers trailing lazily down to smooth over the small of his back.
He should be clear. It doesn't hurt to ask, even as he breathes in the scent of Taylor's skin, shifts one knee slightly higher, and turns towards him where he lies curled against him. ]
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He should be clear. It doesn't hurt to ask, even as he breathes in the scent of Taylor's skin, shifts one knee slightly higher, and turns towards him where he lies curled against him. ]
Do you wish to do more than lie here?